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Mark Knopfler, Heart full of holes, point in time, Maduro jail, Lyrics: You can tell me your troubles, I'll listen for free My regulars trust me. Seems you can come and see Uncle, to get through the week, Leave your pledges with me to redeem. Some folk sell their bodies for ten bob a go, Politicians go pawning their souls Which doesn't make me look too bad, don't you know, Me with my heart full of holes All my yesterdays broken, a watch with no face All battered and old Bits of the movement all over the place And a heart full of holes. A heart full of holes, Heart full of holes, A heart full of holes, Heart full of holes! Brass knuckles and banjos are out on the town, At the knees-up in Teddy Boys Row, The gold block and tackle tells the time upside down, Rock`n roll, well, I don't know. Dead people's wedding gifts walk out the door, A clarinet squeals to be free, Accordions hop from the shelves to the floor Start playing their polkas to me. There`s a ringing of bells, a dunderhead's curse. Fingers are pointing at you, And you take work in hell, be glad it's not worse, And you get to the back of the queue. Handcuffs and hunting knives clang on the bars, Air pistols shoot out the lights, I've a whole wailing wall of electric guitars Could shatter the windows down Brick Lane tonight If one of us dies, love, I think I'll retire. See my boys and my beautiful girls, Garden of Eden, no gates or barbed wire, Who knows, maybe gates made of pearls. Well, if we go to heaven, and some say we don't, But if there's a reckoning day, Please God, I'll see you, and maybe I won't, I have a bag packed to go either way. Redeeming your pledge, dear, I'll keep it for you, I'm not gonna go anywhere, But your soul, your soul, that is not what I do, There's not a lot I can do there. I remember the officer's watch in my hand, Repair it or die, I was told. It's a wonder to me, I still don't understand Why did I ever survive to be old! With a heart full of holes, Heart full of holes, A heart full of holes, Heart full of holes, A heart full of holes, Heart full of holes, A heart full of holes Heart full of holes